Premonition

'Twas a year ago and the moon was bright
  (Oh, I remember so well, so well),
I walked with my love in a sea of light,
  And the voice of my sweet was a silver bell.

    And sudden the moon grew strangely dull,
      And sudden my love had taken wing;
    I looked on the face of a grinning skull,
      I strained to my heart a ghastly thing.

'Twas but fantasy, for my love lay still
  In my arms with her tender eyes aglow,
And she wondered why my lips were chill,
  Why I was silent and kissed her so.

    A year has gone and the moon is bright,
      A gibbous moon like a ghost of woe;
    I sit by a new-made grave to-night,
      And my heart is broken--it's strange, you know.

Curated by First Verse from the public domain